[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181213/97d38a32f5d1521c6156ab63cb88f6dd.png[/img] [sub][color=FFB6C1]In the Sanctuary[/color][/sub] [sub]Interacting With: ([@Ithradine]) Master R, ([@Lyla]) Asri, ([@ShwiggityShwah]) Mirithal, ([@Rune_Alchemist]) Tania[/sub][/center] [hr] Stephanie heard the words from R, which soothed her soul a bit more since it was a dream come true to find somewhere she can relax. She smiled directly at R for what he had said. [color=FFB6C1]”I will smile for the future instead of what I have been doing, R.”[/color] Stephanie said with a happy smile. She relaxed as if she was truly safe and never had to feel like she would have to keep an eye out for her parents. In her being, her emotions were swelling with a bit of happiness and calmness, which couldn’t cover up the sadness within her. There was many things she can’t wait to see about the Sanctuary since R will be their tour guide of it. She couldn’t help but smile at the name, which R gave the tree-being that is Mirithal. The name itself was pretty easy to grasp since it felt like he spoke it slowly enough for everyone to hear it. [color=FFB6C1]”That is a very suiting name for you, Mirithal.”[/color] Stephanie spoke to the tree-being fairy. Her entire emotional state was showing as a green state since the serenity of hearing that name was definitely good for her to hear. Her voice was a bit lower since she was addressing someone else. Stephanie was looking at R for a bit until a ball of light appeared in his left hand, which shocked her was seeing an Aetheri in his hand. Her parents talked about a mischievous Aetheri but it didn’t really hit her about whom they were talking about. However, in her parents tone they didn’t really like her specifically and it was a female mischievous Aetheri. She sighed a bit and felt like she was pranked by that specific Aetheri, which is now in R’s hand. [color=FFB6C1]”Hello… What’s your name?”[/color] Stephanie asked, towards the Aetheri in question. She had an annoyed look on her face but it was mostly at herself and not at the Aetheri in R’s hand. In the moment, which made her face palm at the fact she didn’t really pay attention to her parents term of [i]’mischievous’[/i] that well. Stephanie felt Asri tap her shoulder and heard what she had said. The look in her face was going through the motions of trying to figure out what Asri meant. She looked directly up to Asri, with a look of a bit of confusion. However, it took all the reactions of every single person she would speak to then tried to go into her thoughts. Her eyes went really wide about specifically whom gave it to her, which was her mother’s gift to her. She was shaken really badly about this realization and she couldn’t feel anything but absolute anger at her mother specifically for doing this to her. [color=FFB6C1]”My own [i]bitch of a mother[/i] invaded my privacy with an act of kindness… Thank you, Asri. You are the first one to tell me out of every single person in my hometown that people are hearing my inner thoughts.”[/color] Stephanie said, with a bit of anger in her voice mostly at her mother. However, the tone turned back to a normal calm tone towards Asri for telling her the truth. She moved her hands and took off the necklace in question but held it in her hands. The necklace started to glow in an unnatural color but the magical engineered enchantment surrounding it turned off. It stayed glowing in this color as long as it was off of her neck. The entirety of her being was extremely angry at her mother for creating this awful necklace. She had always wondered why her mother was laughing at her during the forced training of learning the Firebrand Rapier. [color=FFB6C1][i]”My family is the worst… I hope Sarah is alright.”[/i][/color] Stephanie thought to herself with the realization of the fact her mother Rita was outright a bitch. All the necklace did was glow its strange unknown glow while in her hands but it had a slight tinge of multiple different colors it was glowing. Only the most perspective of the magical users could see this in question. She doesn’t know what was going on with the necklace in question.